Friends, Activity Partners

Jun 2003

Shanghai

http://profiles.friendster.com/591161

John Molsen School of Business, Concordia - SFSU

California State University - San Francisco State University, Attended 2002 - 2005, Class of 2005, Bachelor's Degree, IBUS

Account Manager

IEEC, CISA

http://www.xanga.com/AnGeLdArLiNg

marquis de sade's - justine (oh yeah baby thats a good one)

Too many

i do a little bit of everything except country

korean dramas, jap dramas, asian drama

Libra

How Is The Word 'Love' Written?

How many months have passed since we parted?
I'm still alone, waiting for the subway to take me home
I wrote your name into the palm of my hand
Clenching my fist, staring at the darkness like a fool

Vintage music is playing at the end of this road
I've passed yet another chilling night
Enduring the threat of nostalgia deep within my heart
I completely refuse any ideas of love

Don't talk to me
Don't ask me how the word "love" is written
I'd guess that no one on this world can understand
Don't deceive yourself
What's passed is all but an illusion
How many months can love's pleasant impression remain?

There'll be a day, or another night
That I'll stride past the limits of these memories
Love is a dream, and I've overslept...
It is sometimes a kind of degradation

I have never really felt
The ambience of a snowfall
We shiver together
So that we can truly understand
The meaning of tenderness

We have never walked hand in hand
On a deserted beach
Perhaps from now on
We can learn to cherish eternity

There are times, there are times
When I believe that everything has a limit
There are times when we are together
And times we are apart
Nothing can last forever

But there are times when I'd rather
Choose to keep this love alive and not let it go
Wait until we've finished admiring the view
Perhaps you will keep me company
And watch the trickle of water flow forever

I have never taken red beans
And cooked them into an entangled wound
We will share it together
So that we can better understand
The pain of longing

I have never really felt
The tenderness of a kiss
Perhaps you only pursue
The loneliness of freedom